This chapter is a what if scenario, as in What if Giovanni had awoken to see DIO instead of the Crusaders

Waking up she immediately wanted to find a fan as she felt the heat of Egypt washed over her. She looked around and found herself in a dark room with a single chair facing her, in this chair was an intimidating man with blonde spiky hair. She didn't know why but she felt a familial connection to this man, she couldn't explain why but she felt like this was her father's father. She never heard stories about her real grandfather, he never stayed around her father, left when her grandmother was still pregnant with her father. "W-Who are you?" She tentatively asked. This man was dangerous, she could feel that much just by being inthe same room with him.

The man looked at her as if trying to solve a mystery. He could sense his blood within her, though diluted, perhaps through a generation or so, but he had to wonder. He had children but none old enough to have sired a child, let alone sire a daughter 20 years ago, he had only come out of the coffin a year or two ago. So how was she here? Did she have a more evolved Stand, one that could travel through time? No… that was not a possibility, even The World couldn't keep time frozen forever…

Giovanni was starting to freak out, this man had kept staring at her like she was some great mystery to him, she was also confused as to her relations to him.

At long last, he spoke, His voice demanded you to listen, and his charasma made him almost irresistible. Worst part is was she was almost positive this man was somehow related to her.

"Just who are you? I sense my blood coursing through your veins, and yet I find that impossible. I, DIO, have never had a daughter, nor do I have a son old enough to sire an offspring. So truly, who are you?"

She was even more enchanted by his voice, and the confidence in which he spoke, her mind was telling her to run, run faster than she'd ever ran before. But something stopped her, Perhaps it was the mystery that was her relation to the man, or maybe it was his charisma.

"I am Giovanni Giovanna, daughter of Giorno Giovanna. Current Boss of the Passione. Who are you?"

DIO laughed at her introduction, of course he knew now that this woman was undoubtedly his granddaughter but now he wanted to know how.

"Who I am is of no concern to you at this moment, perhaps if you answer my questions I will humor you with one answer." DIO stood up and disappeared from view as he appeared behind her.

"H-How the hell?! King Crimson was defeated, how did you do that?!" She was absolutely terrified even more if it was possible. Her father's most powerful enemies Stand was being used in front of her very eyes, by this man she was positive she was related to no less! Or so it would seem to her anyway…

"King Crimson? Interesting. No this is the power of my Stand The World! Now answer my next question and I'll answer one of your's, only this once. How are you here? A strange woman claiming to be the daughter of an Italian Mafia Boss is certainly a strange encounter in Cairo Egypt."

"To be honest, I have no idea how I ended up here. One moment I was doing something for my father. The next thing I know, I'm talking to this gentleman named Johnathon, then I meet someone Named Joseph, and then I must have fallen and hit my head, because the next thing I remember is waking up in front of you."

DIO stopped to process this information, before looking down at her. "So, you have no idea what is happening to you? This is indeed bizzarre…"

"This means you have to answer one of my questions now. And I want no tricks or lies."

"That was bold of you, to try and order me, DIO, around like one of your pathetic little mafioso. But very well, I will comply, what is your question?"

"Just who are you to me? I've been getting this strange feeling like I am related to you somehow…"

"A very straightforward question. I am DIO, your grandfather I suppose, or I will be in a decent amount of years judging by your age."

"Thank you for sharing this gramps"

And with that the world flashed white and she was gone again